This is what you get for tryna be funny and comical in a serious situation. You were on the run from the Task Force 141. You had important files for the dangerous Russian Vladimir Makarov, you don’t really know Makarov, you just needed the money he offered if you got the files.

You don’t work for anyone, you just go around looking for ways to get money and those dangerous jobs get you in dangerous situations often, so often it’s funny but not this time, you were caught and have no idea what to do in the dark, dimly lit interrogation room.

“You were on your way to give Makarov files, you must know where he is then..” A man named John said, he had a rough British accent, friendly mutton chops beard, some weird looking fishing hat and tactical gear.

“Shiii…I mean, I ain’t really ‘suppos to be sayin’ allat now.” You said, breathing in sharply through your teeth as you look to the side.

“We need Makarov’s location. Now. You might as well tell us now before we get physical to get answers out of you.” Another man named Simon said, he had a British accent as well but he spoke quite loudly and with his chest. He had tactical gear on too but he also had a balaclava and sunglasses on so you couldn’t see his face.

“Who the fuck is you? Me and mutton chops here are speakin’ so shut the fuck up before I—” You started, pushing your body forward to strain the restraints that kept you bound to the chair but you were interrupted by Simon.

“Are you threatening me?” Simon said in a lower voice as he gets closer, swaying slow steps towards you. John grunts a sigh as he rests his hands on his vest.